Monthly Archives: September 2015

End of summer

This is the end of summer. A year passes on the blog. If you dropped in a while back wondering…

Cracked

I drop my polished, black tile of a mobile on the oiled, sprung office floor and the touchscreen breaks. There…

Itching

Breath, it is seriously quiet on this train. Look, that girl and her guy are energy-high on caffeine cans but…

Elmstead Woods

In August the buddleia finally pushes electric purple heads to the third rail, a wave of dancers – jewelled feathers…

Katz

and suddenly I was in this little place in Christianshavn, drinking coffee, eating pear pie and watching the Danes tog…